WotD: Yen.
Obviously there had been a misunderstanding here, but Princess was too wrapped up in being offended to realize this. She had been good, she had been behaving. She had been watching herself for ages now, being very careful to avoid offending anyone. Sometimes, though, it was hard not to slip back into her stubborn and admittedly prissy ways. She would always have those traits, even if she worked to ignore them. The young Chance woman would always be the way she was, it was just a matter of curbing her tongue every once in a while.
Besides herself? Well, everyone did—Princess Chance had always been, and would always be, very pretty. Many had told her as such, and perhaps it was because they could easily sense that she had a yen for compliments, desiring them more than water and food, practically. "A lot of people think I'm pretty," she said, the tone simple, as if to make him realize what a stupid question that was. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" She couldn't imagine why he wouldn't, because she was pretty. The end.
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